mmm coffee

I’ve got myself addicted to coffe as of recent, and my coffee supply’s running out. So today, I messaged my lunch members and suggested that we go grab our lunch at a nearby hypermart, where I can replenish my coffee supply. But one of my colleagues Elbee, he wanted to go somewhere else.

Elbee: “How about Chicken rice, because I need to pick up my chq book”

He’s referring to our favourite chicken rice joint, which I reckoned was nearby to where he was supposed to pick up his cheque book.

MichaelOoi: “is your cheque book important? can it wait?”

I need coffee very badly.

Elbee: “yes, if not pick up they will charge me fees again. Its over 2 weeks”

MichaelOoi: “well, my coffee’s important too, if i don’t go buy soon, i’m gonna fucking die”

KS: “me too. without coffee cannot concentrate. without coffee cannot poke!”

I didn’t know coffee has some aphrodisiac properties as well, hmmm. That was KS, my other colleague, who was also in the same conversation, and also ran out of coffee. Elbee left the conversation after that, probably fretting about his chequebook

You see, I strongly believe that we humans are born to get addicted to something. It’s a vulnerability in our brain that kept fucking with our minds. Drugs, alcohol, sex, just anything. For us office executives, it has always been coffee. The elixir of strength. The essence of life.

But for my colleague Elbee, we’re willing to give up our lives for his cheque book. Because through his cheque book, springs forth newer lives - his kids, wife (if he has only ONE wife) and dog(s) - all who depended on the bread he buys with that chequebook, to feed them with. It’s a good thing. I sacrificed.

So we settled for chicken rice today. I hope I’ll make it until tomorrow… In case I don’t, taburkanlah bunga di atas pusara I… dan bawak kopi sorang sebungkus… dan kuaci jugak.